Chapter 677 I surrender!
"Boom!"
The city wall underfoot shook, and the dust on the beams and roofs fell, even with some broken stones.
Unconsciously picking at the blisters at the corners of his mouth, Ursion slumped numbly in the city gate tower, not caring about the dust and stones in his greasy hair.
His gaze flew through the narrow window to the southern wall of the eastern section.
After five days of continuous bombardment by a griffin cannon and four sand sculpture cannons, the masonry of the original outer wall had broken and fallen off, exposing the yellow-white rammed earth.
Every time a shell hits, you can hear a crashing sound, which is the sound of rammed earth rolling down the wall after being crushed.
The original blue-gray walls had their skin peeled off by the shells, and each shelling meant that the temple's protective cover was falling off.
Ursion could even see a huge stone bullet stuck in the rammed earth of the exposed city wall, as if a sinister eye was staring at him all the time.
It's as if the eyes of the saint-grandson facing the distance always make people shudder.
Although he had never seen the demon with his own eyes, he had been seeing him in his dreams recently.
"Dong-dong-dong-dong-" Another cannonball hit the city wall, and this time the shaking was particularly violent, but Ursion still drank the wine as if he hadn't heard it.
What to do if you don’t drink wine? Are you leaving the city to die?
With a wry smile, Ursion looked at the wall. Nailed on it was Duke Bodossa's letter. He had used it as a life-saving straw two days ago to motivate himself.
But now the letter is covered with dust.
The most desperate thing is that he has no ability or means to fight back.
Even if a ballista is installed on the wall, the range will only be about one mile at most.
There were ten ballistas on the wall, and the waists of several extraordinary knights were almost broken from fatigue. Except for a few unlucky snake men who were beaten to death by bowstrings, they failed to cause any casualties.
He also tried to order the witchers to attack and destroy the catapults, but after leaving the city, there has been no news from the witchers.
So yesterday, with the encouragement of two hundred extraordinary knight reinforcements, he gritted his teeth and agreed to go out to fight.
He drank a full pint of high-strength liquor and Khan potion, and with the blessing of the chanter's "walking on flat ground" magic, he personally led the two hundred new knights to charge towards the gryphon cannon. .
He was determined then to seize the terrible catapult, or at least to destroy it.
But before he could get close, iron pellets the size of fists hit him like rain. The force was strong enough to break a person's spine or even penetrate his chest.
Ursion even saw with his own eyes that an iron flower exploded from the chest of a knight, and the fragments of internal organs flew everywhere like an explosion.
It was even exaggerated that he was actually hit by the iron projectile. When he fell from the horse, the broken neck bone fragments of the knight were shot out from his neck and got stuck in the seam of Ulsion's armor.
That was only discovered after he went back and cleaned the cracks in his nails.
In fact, there were some clues at this time, but under the influence of strong alcohol and potions, the confused Ursion actually ignored this.
In his vague memory, he only remembered that he saw the long black tube, as if he could reach out and touch it.
However, the next second, there were countless winds blowing from Hell on both sides.
The screaming lead metal on both sides made a clanging sound on the armor, and the knights on both sides howled and sprayed out blood mist, clutching their wounds and falling on their backs.
But it wasn't over yet. He finally approached a distance of about 200 steps. Just as he was about to give the order to charge at full speed, he heard a roar with a strong Qianhe Valley dialect - "Load the shotgun."
He couldn't remember anything about what happened next. According to his followers, he was directly hit in the forehead by a shotgun fired from a Falcon cannon at close range.
Fortunately, his armor was made of stainless steel plate armor, which was quite strong. He was only knocked unconscious, so he could barely save his life.
After the shotgun swept across, the spearmen in the middle began to attack, and it was at that time that Ursion was taken away from the battlefield by his followers.
Of the remaining 200 extraordinary knights who came for support, there were very few survivors. To be precise, if surrender and escape are considered deaths, only 40 knights successfully returned to the castle.
Many of them did not see the enemy's face clearly.
The information he bought from Wang Xian's cavalry was that the Saint-Sun's army adopted a policy of elite troops. They were best at field battles and least good at attacking cities, because they would lose a lot of troops and the gains would not be worth the losses.
Look at this, does it look like you are not good at attacking cities?
Monteiac, you!
Ursion gritted his teeth and clenched the wine glass in his hand, and forcefully made a clear fingerprint on the copper cup.
"Boom -" A more violent shaking came than before, but the soldiers had already exhausted their energy and morale after five full days of shelling.
Almost everyone went through fear-resistance-acceptance-numbness. At this moment, the faces of the defenders in the city only had a look of despair and calmness.
You must know that Horne does not do it randomly, but comes prepared.
The 12-pound griffon cannon is the main attack, and the 6-pound sand sculpture cannon is an auxiliary attack on morale. The five cannons are always fired at the same time, and basically five minutes are enough to bombard once.
"How is the city wall on the south side of the eastern section?" When Ursion spoke, he was almost startled because his voice was so hoarse.
"Your Majesty, the gap in the upper half of the masonry is almost three steps wide. The rammed earth and masonry have basically fallen away, leaving only the last layer of masonry." After swallowing, the attendant bent down and lowered the He said in a loud voice, "I think this wall will collapse in two days at the very least."
"I know." Ursion was silent for a long time, "If I can do this, I will feel clear about myself even if I stand in front of Duke Portosa."
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Dark clouds covered the moon. On the night of March 28, the gate on the west side of the Temple of Avis slowly opened. Dozens of knights and several carriages left the doorway with the blessing of the magic of Ruping Di.
The soldiers guarding the city gate were relieved rather than pretending not to see it.
This group of people was naturally Ursion and others. Like thieves, they quietly left this terrible place.
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In the pitch-black night, these knights left more than 3,000 comrades behind and rushed towards the dock.
Ursion knew that this small dock was the escape channel left for them by the holy grandson. Although he felt insulted, he still had to admit that he did need this channel.
Since the dock was not far from the temple, Ursion could tell from the vague sound of water and the smell of moisture that the dock was close.
Finally, he looked back at the temple of Avis with only its outline in the distance, and his mood suddenly relaxed.
At least from today on, he knows that he has no chance to be on the battlefield in this life, and his desertion has basically cut off his path to politics.
Ursion did not feel it was a pity. His merits were valuable and his life was more valuable. However, he would have to return to his manor and live an ordinary life with the 30,000 gold pounds.
But this time when he went back, he couldn't leave from Duke Portosa's camp, otherwise he would really hang himself there with his temper.
Just when Ursion was thinking about how to bypass Duke Portosa and return to his own manor, he suddenly stopped all movements.
"Your Excellency, what's wrong?"
"Shh." Ursion raised a finger and listened attentively, "Listen to see if there are any other sounds."
Amid the sound of the wind and the restless snort of the war horses, he seemed to hear a faint creaking sound.
"No -" Ursion suddenly woke up and slapped the horse on the butt with a whip, "Leave these belongings alone and leave quickly!"
In the darkness, the lead exploded with blood and sparks on the armor. Lying on the horse, Ursion could only let it carry him and run wildly.
The night wind passed through his armor, and the violent jolts knocked his helmet off, but he still had no chance to pick it up.
When he looked up again, he could still smell the damp fish smell, but there was no one around him.
Unfortunately, before I had even taken two steps, the sound of "crunching" clockwork winding was heard again from behind the grass.
His previously neat hair was disheveled, and he pulled the reins in panic, shouting into the dark night around him: "Who is there? Come forward, I am Ulthion of the Moridor family. I will show off if I can." Show your true identity.”
There was a sound of footsteps in the dark night, and Ursion was silenced as if his throat was being strangled.
"This is a big fish caught."
In the dancing firelight, a calm and smiling face was illuminated by the light of the torch.
Sitting on the war horse, even though it was the first time for Ursion to meet this young man, he recognized his identity at a glance.
"You are the city guard, Ur..."
"I surrender!"
As if a huge burden had been lifted off him, Urthion raised his hands high.
(End of chapter)